This is a song about "My will"

I'm coming home with you

When will my dreams come true

It will be my saving grace of repetition

They all see my life from a childish position

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

My words the fans will be hearing

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Come close girl so my love will intensify

My abilities will surely grow

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

There might not be a single friend that's in my (freaking) will

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill